A Szechenyi is what Bulcsu must become
and instead of Bridge be Lion,
who'll hitch up this nation's peasant pants,
institutionalize the family's
natural economy of hate.
He sprouts incisors in the public mouth,
announces the password: "Woe to them!"
Just one thing he can't decide:
the extent of the butchery.
You see, if there are too many of them
there won't be sufficient policemen.
But if there aren't enough
the whole thing's so piddling.
Then again who'll eliminate the police?
For surely everyone has to be eliminated.
That's the point.
VISIGOTH SUNDAYS
I t was no mere Republic of Visigoths
we intended building.
in the Visigoths republic silence
from the Visigoths republic syrupy radio-music oozes
in the Visigoths republic radio-music
from the Visigoths republic syrupy silence oozes
burly neglected gas-stove women
day-dreaming in the Visigoths republic
from their firebrick-colour ripe roses
a sour-sweet milkdrop wells up sometimes
their open water-faucet husbands
dry-snortingly sleep
Danton
